Friday, March 09, 2012

Wrong!

Guacamole...

That's pretty cute and clever but one NEVER puts tomatoes in guacamole. Never. Ever.

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Wrong on another level... we're slightly under the WX today. I mentioned in passing that I picked up antibiotics out at the base yesterday to deal with a minor infection. What I didn't mention were the warnings I received at both my dentist's office and the Cannon Airplane Patch pharmacy, to wit: these antibiotics have side effects, chief among which are nausea and diarrhea. The side effects kicked in this morning and I am NOT a Happy Camper.

I know: TMI. Sorry about that.

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Not wrong: the 1,147 tributes and condolences (at this writing) in comments at Lex's place. About which, this:

Well... it's prolly too soon to tell, as I'm not done with my first cup yet.

That said... I'm still sadder than sad, and just finished reading the 1,128th comment at Lex's place. Isn't it simply astonishing how much impact this man had on SO many people... women, men, young boys, future chaplains, future pilots, junior officers, senior officers, petty officers, old retired mil-geezers, housewives, Americans, Aussies, Brits, and on and on? There's a set of common thoughts that run through all the comments, aside from grief and admiration: that of love for a man of honesty and integrity, a guy who made an indelible mark upon all of those he touched.

I'm comforted by the fact I'm far from alone in the way I feel. There's that, at least.

That's an excerpt from an e-mail conversation I had with a friend this morning, after she asked "How are you doing?" I've read all of the comments on the Lex tribute post and have kept the thread open in my browser since Wednesday. I've never seen anything like this on the 'net, ever. The response to this one man's death is beyond astonishing. It's unique... in my experience, at least.

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I've been impressed with the comments at Lex's place... deeply personal stories about the impact and influence the man had on so many people, in so many different circumstances. It's just mind-boggling.

I shall say a prayer, to The Deity At Hand, for you to feel better. The Lovely Lime (who is visiting Boston this weekend and specifically having dinner with us tonight) and I will raise a toast to your health with our first libation of the evening (and possibly end up with the same illnesses as you have at the moment, the next morning, but I don't want to dwell on that aspect of it.)

I know there's a snob for everything, but I've never heard the "no tomatoes in guacamole" rule before.

Meds. Tell me about it. I'm fresh out of pain meds, and could seriously use some more. They gave me an anti-nausea pill to take with my Percocet, and the recovery room nurse told me that it has the added bonus of helping the Percocet work (as if it needed it.) Also, the side of the bottle had the typical "may cause drowsiness" sticker. They were both dead right, if extremely understated. I could barely keep my eyes open.